390 Chapter 44, Running Dead Horse

In just an instant, the quiet space on the upper floor of the hospital was broken. The men in black who came here took out their weapons in unison. Miller snapped his fingers, and armored guards descended from the sky, landed in front of Hoffa, and propped up their shields.

But it took less than two seconds to prop up the shield, and those armored guards were like melted plasticine, turning the limp rotten boy into a ball of paste. And at the moment when the armored guard lost its function, countless streaks of yellow light shot out from the muzzle of the gun, shooting towards the two of them from all directions.

For the sake of safety, Hoffa hugged Miller and escaped into the shadow world, while wrapping the two with wings on his back.

This escape into the shadow world also didn't last long. In order to save magic power, Hoffa left the shadow world soon.

Miller was wrapped by Hoffa's wings, he looked up at Hoffa's face, reached out and touched his face, the tingling came from his fingertips, Hoffa grabbed Miller's wrist, looked away, Mi There was red blood on Le's fingertips.

Although he reacted quickly, he was still hit by the first round of bullets. He immediately realized that things were far more difficult than he imagined. Under normal circumstances, Muggle bullets would not be able to harm him, and this A bullet is faster and more powerful.

"The spell is broken anyway, Hoffa," Miller said from his wing.

"ah."

Hoffa slowly opened his wings and looked around. Those bullets hit the glass and the ground, but disappeared inexplicably, as if they hit an invisible lump of soft glue and were swallowed up.

There were so many bullets in that round of shooting, and the surrounding scene at this moment didn't even show any trace of destruction. The old man was even sleeping soundly under the tree, which was extremely weird.

Hoffa looked solemn, and he pressed the switch of the suitcase.

The faces of the men in black on the opposite side were not very relaxed. The woman nodded and said, "No wonder two people dared to break into heaven. It seems that there is something. Are you the legendary wizard?"

"It's a joke, compared to you, I'm not a good wizard."

Hoffa said, "No matter how powerful a wizard is, I'm afraid they can't create an illusion out of thin air and pretend to live a normal life in it. I'm not as good as you."

The woman's face changed, and the faces of the other men in black also changed.

Hoffa pressed the button of the suitcase, and the long suitcase opened, revealing the heavy crossed sword inside. He slowly drew out the cross sword, and asked the people in front of him: "Hey, let me tell you, what are you using those organs for? If it's just to treat diseases, I don't think it would take such a large amount."

He was answered by another round of volleys. Hoffa took Miller's hand, disappeared and reappeared. He had already come behind the woman, after a slip. Five or six men in black were cut off by Hoffa lazily.

Those terrified faces and fluttering hair flashed past the dragged Miller, his eyes moved down unconsciously, the severed wound was as smooth as smooth butter, without a trace of dirt and filthy.

"Hoffa," he reminded uneasily.

Jumping three times in a row, accompanied by the shadow of silver swords and swords, all the men in black present were chopped down. When Hoffa stopped, there were piles of debris lying densely on the ground. But just as strangely, the pieces weren't dead, they were lying on the ground, whispering to each other.

A head that fell not far from Hoffa said, "Wizards who disobey their interests can still maintain such strength. You must be one of those slipping through the net that the half-human king hates so much."

Good guy, Hoffa has seen the existence of undead before, like Mansfatil, but this is the first time he has seen such a weird undead. Obviously, these people in front of him are definitely not real people.

The fragments showed a smile, and hands and feet grew out of the breaks cut by Hoffa. They crawled together with the fragments, and began to splice and combine disorderly.

Seeing this, years of combat experience made Hoffa aware of something. After one failure, he didn't try to kill that monster again. On the contrary, he wandered ghostly and disappeared into the material world, raised his sword horizontally in the shadow world, turned around and slashed at the sleeping old man.

The distance was so accurate that there was no time to react. The moment Jianfeng appeared, the old man fell to the ground and rolled a few times on the ground.

This time, the discharge from the wound was a light purple liquid, very light, almost the same as the liquid in the hanging bottle. Seeing the liquid, Hoffa couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Asshole!!!"

A huge creature growled.

"You dare to make me bleed!! My noble blood is shed because of you lowly creatures, it is an unforgivable sin, an unforgivable sin!!"

Hoffa turned sharply, and what appeared in front of him was a monster assembled from many fragments.

It looks like a replica of the Nightmare God I've seen before, but it's not as elegant and oppressive as the Nightmare God, it's more like some kind of clumsy replica, like a poor coser's effort to pay tribute to the original.

Even so, it was scary enough.

It raised one of its wriggling giant arms and threw it at Hoffa on the ground.

Hoffa dodged sideways, and the ground was smashed into a mess by the monster. The exquisite pool, glass, singing bird, and even the old man's head on the ground were smashed to pieces.

However, after the monster raised its arm, the ground quickly recovered, and even the old man's head returned to his neck. This recovery is different from the retrospective feeling of the power of time, as if it was a pile of rubbish. It's like growing out of this space.

"Hoffa, this can't work. There are strong spiritual force fields everywhere here, too strong. We may not be able to deal with it here, we have to leave here." Miller said urgently: "I can't use magic here."

"Oh, got it."

Hoffa said, "Let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he took Miller and ran to the place where he came from. This place is really weird and tight. Before clarifying the clues, Hoffa didn't want to waste too much energy with a completely unkillable thing.

"Don't even try to escape!"

The huge monster behind roared, and it waved its arms frantically behind Hoffa. The huge arm twisted in space like a snake, trying to catch Hoffa, but Hoffa pulled Miller to dodge up and down, dodging attacks again and again.

With dodging again and again, the distance between them and the monster became wider and wider, but the way they came from was completely gone. The road in front of him became unfamiliar. After running for a long time, a huge eye appeared at the end of the corridor. The owner of the eye opened his mouth and opened his bloody mouth to bite Hoffa.

Hoffa turned around and ran. On the way back, he saw the huge monster again. It laughed wildly and was extremely proud.

"Ants, you can't escape my control! This is my world!"

Miller said anxiously beside Hoffa: "We can't get out, what should we do?"

Hoffa said nothing, and the Ghost Walk disappeared beside him, and then continued to run with Miller. Not long after, he encountered a dead end again, so he had to turn around again and start a new round of escape. Passed by the huge monster again and again, and avoided its attack again and again.

"I can make a hundred mistakes! But you can only make one mistake, wizard! Just let me catch you, let me catch you, and you'll die, die!!"

The huge monster roared like thunder behind Hoffa, and in the exquisite hall, the birds chirped one after another, as if echoing the monster's words.

Hoffa did not communicate with the monster. He was thinking rapidly in his mind. The monster was a bit like the nightmare god he had seen before. If the God of Nightmare has a weakness, it must have that weakness.

However, after much deliberation, Hoffa couldn't think of any weakness of the God of Nightmare. In fact, from the first time he saw the God of Nightmare, to the sacrifice of the blood race to the Night God, and finally to the God of Death in the Mysterious Realm of Death, Hoffa I have never really understood the weaknesses of these gods, let alone caused any harm to them.

If there is no way, then do nothing.

Hoffa thought to himself, he had completely switched to escape mode, and Bedyville's cross sword was received by him on his back, and all his thoughts were on evasion.

Hoffa has the power of Thunderbird in his body, coupled with years of fighting, rolling and dodging is not a problem at all. But running, Miller couldn't move anymore. He supported Hoffa's shoulder and said out of breath, "What the hell should I do! Hoffa, tell me, is there anything you can do?"

Hoffa said: "Let's procrastinate, such a powerful force can never appear out of thin air, even if it is a Turing machine, it still consumes power. Since it can't run out or kill it, just be patient."

"I" Miller wanted to cry, "I still want to run, but this body can't run anymore, Hoffa, let me stay on your body."

Hoffa looked at the face in front of him and couldn't help thinking of Miranda. Although the person Miller boarded with was similar in appearance to Miranda except for short hair, he could always read Miranda's feelings from Miller's eyes. He didn't want to let this Miranda-like body die in front of him, even if it was a false existence, he felt that he couldn't accept it.

"Okay, come on my back, I'll run with you on my back."

As he spoke, he bent down and motioned Miller to come on his back.

"Huh?" Miller was taken aback, looking at him suspiciously.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Miller said gloomily, "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to this body? You don't want to ruin it."

"Come up quickly, don't whine about it."

Hoffa urged.

"I want an explanation."

At such a time, Miller actually stopped and said slowly, "I'm curious."

"Hey! I found you guys!!"

The huge monster slid over from the corridor, Hoffa gritted his teeth, and without any explanation, he hugged Miller horizontally, put it on his shoulders, and continued to run wildly. The monster landed in the void again, which made it even angrier, and its size doubled in size.

"This position is unbearable!" Miller yelled, "Hey!"

Hoffa ignored him and ran all the way. The magic power slowly flowed in his body, he even meditated while running, in short, he just didn't come into direct contact with that monster.

An hour later, the monster was already too irritable. He didn't expect Hoffa to run so well, without stopping for an hour. It cursed and cursed Hoffa frantically, trying to make him face it head-on in this way.

For two hours, Hoffa still didn't stop, he just ran.

At this time, the monster already knew what this guy was going to do, so it simply closed its mouth and played a chasing battle with Hoffa without saying a word.

For three hours, Hoffa didn't stop.

After all, the monster is not a program, and chasing it for three hours in a row has worn out most of its patience. Its chasing and beating range began to intensify, and its movements opened and closed.

However, the real nightmare has just begun. Whether it is yelling or a terrifying attack, Hoffa just keeps dodging and does not make a move.

Four hours, five hours, six hours, and another three hours passed. The patience of the monster to sink was exhausted. It cursed again. Everything you can see.

Under the burning of the flamethrower, the scene in front of him melted.

Neat floor tiles, exquisite glass, man-made waterfalls and rockery disappeared without a trace, replaced by a dark red room, old iron frame bed, flying mosquitoes, foul-smelling air, skinny lying on the iron frame On the bed, beside the blood-stained instrument, green waves flashed on the instrument. Beside the instruments are nurses with numb faces like corpses, what are they holding in their hands.

Before Hoffa could see clearly what was in this filthy space.

This picture disappeared without a trace, replaced by the gorgeous exhibition hall, and the roaring huge monster. He put away the burning flamethrower, wailed and waved his arms at Hoffa, with a bleak voice.

"Face me! Face me! Face me!!!"

"Hoffa, that strong mental power has just disappeared. My magic seems to be working, let me use it!!" Miller shouted excitedly on Hoffa's shoulder.

Hoffa dodged the attack indifferently, he ignored Miller's words, ignored the monster's howl, and continued to escape.

Seven hours, ten hours, twenty hours.

This is an endless escape, the monster has been tortured to the point of death, it walks on the verge of anger and collapse time and time again, curses at Hoffa time and time again, and returns to dead silence time and time again. In the process, Hoffa saw the dark red room more and more times, and the nurses in the room who replaced the organs of the dying old men. But this is far from over.

the day passed,

two days passed,

three days passed

Hoffa ran away and dodged for three days in a row, and within three days, he didn't make a move once. Not to mention the huge monster, even Miller who was lying on Hoffa almost went crazy.

He couldn't understand it as early as the first day, but what made him even more incomprehensible was that Hoffa took this monster for a full three days.

For three days, this guy didn't eat, drink or even speak, just ran away.

He no longer understood who the monster was.

And within these three days, the dark red ward began to appear more and more frequently, and Hoffa became more and more familiar with the scene in that ward. And he also realized that in this ward and the gorgeous exhibition hall where he was, the passage of time was not synchronized. The nurse who changed the organs hadn't finished changing a heart from the beginning to the end, and he had already played with the monster. It's been three days of chasing games.

Finally, at the end of the third day. The chasing stopped, and the yelling also stopped. The monster lay in the middle of the exhibition hall, repeating a sentence non-stop.

"It's boring, it's boring, it's boring. I gotta have some other fun I gotta have some other fun"

He's done cursing, he's used up all his passion, and now he just wants to forget about the damn chase.

Switching between the two worlds quickly, the time for the gorgeous exhibition hall to be maintained is getting shorter and shorter.

Seeing the tired and empty eyes of the huge monster, Hoffa threw Miller, whose buttocks were numb on his shoulders, and threw it on the ground, then drew out the cross sword, placed it in front of Miller, and said, "Help me. "

Miller understood, he supported himself to get up, stroked Hoffa's sword edge, opened his mouth, and a strong and blazing high-temperature flame spewed out of his mouth. The intense high-temperature flame burned on the edge of the sword, completely enveloping the cross sword. This time, the flame never disappeared, but burned even more intensely.

Hoffa waved the flaming cross sword, closed his eyes, and simply swung it past.

The tidy hall, the flying flowers and birds, and the monsters that resembled the god of nightmares were all swallowed by thick flames and finally disappeared.